[ look, ion managed not to go yandere which is better than SOME PEOPLE, so.
steph will step in first simply because if the door slams shut behind the first person, ion would have an easier time breaking in after with rpg bullshit.
[ and i question how every day but i'll pretend it's because no one physically killed anyone he cared about in front of him when he was in a position to do anything about it.
rpg bullshit is such a mood. anyway, ion follows her right on in when it's obvious the door is neither slamming shut on them nor is the floor falling out from beneath steph.
sure is dusty in here. though I guess some of it's probably been disturbed lately, all things considered. he'll probably frown a little at that; any tracks? ghosts don't leave tracks but you know. ]
[ she's sure some might exist but where are they???
she stops walking once they hit what seems to be the living room. this place looks like it was probably owned by a wealthier person back in the day, but now it's... you know. falling apart. ]
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steph will step in first simply because if the door slams shut behind the first person, ion would have an easier time breaking in after with rpg bullshit.
thankfully, it does not. ]
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rpg bullshit is such a mood. anyway, ion follows her right on in when it's obvious the door is neither slamming shut on them nor is the floor falling out from beneath steph.
sure is dusty in here. though I guess some of it's probably been disturbed lately, all things considered. he'll probably frown a little at that; any tracks? ghosts don't leave tracks but you know. ]
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Did you have ghost stories where you're from?
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[ he's. surprisingly at home in the house? ]
I suppose it's just something that captures people's attention no matter where you go.
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[ she's sure some might exist but where are they???
she stops walking once they hit what seems to be the living room. this place looks like it was probably owned by a wealthier person back in the day, but now it's... you know. falling apart. ]
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[ punctuated by a soft, wry chuckle. so said the 12 year old who had his death hanging over him for most of his life.
but when she stops, so does he, subtly shifting his weight just a little in case. ]
Is something wrong?
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[ they're gonna investigate, scooby gang. ]